The only thing I miss about living in my run-down apartment was our squirrel that lived in the attic. He was pretty amazing because we saw him eating a chicken wing.
This one time when I was still living with my parents, I was sitting at the computer, which is by one of the big windows looking out onto their front porch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a squirrel scurrying across the porch carrying an ENTIRE GIANT BAGEL in its mouth. He stopped in the middle of the porch, looked around briefly, then continue on his way.
No idea where he got it. Rock on, little dude.
